Boy Meets Girl, by Meg Cabot

Retrieved from: my library
0060085452, 2003
Suggested by: It appeared on my desk the day before vacation with a note from a circ person in it: "Are you sure this should be a YA [young adult, i.e. teen] book? I read it; I don't think so."
My Ratings: 6 Merit, 6 Interest, 7 Fun

Two things:

1. She's right--this is not a YA book
2. I've fulfilled by chick-lit requirement for the year with these last two books.

Which is not to say that this book sucks; it doesn't at all. It's really cute, in a Bridget-Jones-in-New-York kind of way. The whole story is told in emails, voicemails, handwritten memos, office stationery, etc. It's pretty clever, but... Well, it's almost too clever, very derivative, and amazingly difficult to put down.

The characters are a stitch: Kentucky girl, her friend, her ex- (nearly) came to NYC to make it big. They haven't, yet. Meanwhile, trust-fund family of attorneys shows how completely wack rich New Yorkers are/can be. Kate's boss is a jerk who forces her to fire the most beloved cafeteria employee, then fires Kate for telling the truth (about firing protocols not being followed). Kate's boss is also dating one of the Trust-Fund family members, the oldest son, who is a mental midget. His brother, however, is gorgeous and wonderful and the Black Sheep of the family. Yada yada. He's so wonderful that he plays in a paralyzed basketball league even though he's not paralyzed. [like that would so totally happen!...insert mega-eye roll]

Still, I did read to the end to try to figure out how this was all going to work out. And, honestly, because it was easier than saying I quit and explaining it all here anyway!